Honestly, truer words have never been spoken. I was genuinely hoping she would get a skin. A mask. *Something* considering the lore of the event but I guess that's not the case..
I realise that she's recently gotten a blood moon skin and another skin as a part of a collection, but c'mon - it would have made sense Behaviour, and it's not like Claudette, Kate or Dwight doesn't have plenty of skins already.
Warnings: smut, NSFW, femswap jack Krauser, face riding, face sitting, oral sex, breathplay, bit of choking, swearing, dom/sub ish, rough ish
Summary: During training, major Krauser decides a little specialised help is needed.
A/N: This is inspired by @cobalt-c-art 's fem Krauser Artwork, which can be found here! I hope it's not too out of character, but I had fun writing this! (P.s. it can also be read as Metaltango, as the pov is left more ambiguous with gender/name, so imagine what you will!)
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'This is just pathetic now.' Major Krauser's voice is scathing, dripping with disdain as she slams me down harder against the mat beneath us.
I grit my teeth and writhe, jerking my arms in her iron hold, trying to buck out from under her. She just sneers, scarred lip twisting up into a cruel snarl. Either side of my back, her tree-like thighs tighten, threatening to crush my ribs between them. Blood rushes in my ears at the prospect, unable to ignore the thrill of having her weight bearing down on me, one hand grinding the bones in my wrists together, the other pinning my head to the floor. Her fingers are spread across my cheek, giving me a somewhat restricted view of her, but it's an impressive one nonetheless.
'You're stubborn, I'll give you that, Rookie,' She mocks, shifting her weight, 'Wonder how long it lasts…'
I curl my lip, twisting my body once more before finding myself completely unable to move as she lowers her bodyweight onto me.
With a wall of muscle crushing down on me, air suddenly has to battle its way into my lungs, my teeth baring in defiance. Krauser just barks a laugh before slipping the arm holding my head down under my neck, catching me in the crook of her elbow. I barely have a second to react to the oddly intimate position, too caught up trying to ignore the burning sensation growing in my gut: her bicep applies an obscene amount of pressure to my throat, every muscle flexing as it slowly begins to force my windpipe closed.
Fruitlessly, I buck under the immense weight, the suffocating heat of my major easily overwhelming my feeble efforts, my vision beginning to blacken at the edges. My mouth drops open, audibly gasping and fighting for breath. My hands slap at the floor, fingernails digging into the mat in a vain attempt at dragging myself out from under her.
'Keep fighting, Rookie, just makes it more fun,' Krauser almost purrs into my ear, barely out of breath considering she's been throwing me around for the last hour.
Something inside me curls, hot and restless, the primal side of my brain blazing at the chokehold she's got me in. It takes me a moment to realise it's arousal, simmering in my gut, my body reacting of it's own accord to the idea that she has me pinned exactly where she wants me…and there's nothing I can do to stop her.
Before I let myself dwell on it, I finally swallow down my pride.
'Y-yield, I yield!' I bite out, my chest heaving.
I can almost feel her smirk as she leans down closer, face by my ear, voice low and husky as she speaks.
'What was that, Rookie? I don't think I heard you,' She says directly against my ear, her lips brushing the sensitive skin.
I bite back a growl of frustration, 'I said I yield. I give up.'
Her laugh reverberates through me as she just allows her weight to sink harder down on top of me. I wheeze, unable to stop the whimper that escapes me as my ribs creak.
And then I feel it.
Major Krauser rocks her hips against me.
It's brutal, one singular, almost aggressive shove of her crotch against my ass, but it's enough to send sparks skittering up my spine, my eyes widening in surprise.
'I don't think I taught you to give up, did I?' She chuckles, loosening her grip ever so slightly on my throat.
The rush of air is dizzying, my head falling limply into the crook of her elbow as she shifts her weight again.
'You're weaker than I thought,' She drawls, rolling her hips once more, grinding me into the mat, 'Maybe you need some extra resistance training?'
I don't get a second to realise what she's saying before she's leaning down, her face buried into my neck as she licks a hot, wet stripe up the length of my throat that she can reach, trailing lazily up to my cheek. I gasp, unable to move away as she bites down on my ear.
The major releases my wrists, moving her free hand to grope and knead at my body, feeling over every part she can reach as her hips continue their steady grinding. A whimper falls from my lips, heat burning low in my stomach as I try to wriggle against her, relishing in the deep rumbling moan that resonates through me as she notes my attempts.
'Oh, you like that, do you? Gonna be good for me and let me use you?' She murmurs into my ear, tongue trailing lazily over the tender skin, 'You've got me all pent up, I think it's only fair I get to use you a little.'
In a flash, she's standing, using the toe of her combat boot to roll me onto my back. Air rushes into my throat, my mind scrambling to figure out what's going on, eyes flicking up to fix on her imposing frame.
The muscular blonde stares down at me, a smirk pulling her scarred lip, pale blue eyes pinning me in place. She crosses her arms as she looks down on me, rippling muscles in her forearms and biceps bulging as she does so, her chest, bound as it is, pushing together mouthwateringly in front of her. Sweat beads on her pale skin, dripping down the lines of her body; I can't help but watch attentively, licking my lips as I shamelessly imagine tracing those same trails with my tongue.
She steps forwards, shoving the front of her boot between my legs. I keen, bucking up to grab at her calf, unable to contain the sharp gasp of air that escapes me as my crotch grinds over the tough leather of her boot. I don't get far - Krauser simply lifts the same foot, pressing the sole into my chest and shoving me back down, easily holding me down with barely any weight behind it.
'Desperate, are we?' She sneers, eyeing me as I grasp at her ankle, my hips jerking at the loss of pressure against it. One of her hands moves to roughly gripe at herself through her trousers, a hiss escaping her as I whine and try reaching up to her thigh.
'You don't touch unless I tell you, got it?' She barks down at me, flicking sweaty blonde hair from her face with a toss of her head before finally letting up.
I stay where I am, watching instead as she moves to strip her cargo trousers and underwear, leaving her in nothing but her chest binds, which do little to conceal the soft flesh hidden beneath. Fire burns in my veins as the image of her allowing me to touch them, to kiss and bite and lick them, flashes through my head, though the sight of her cunt, bare and glistening in the artificial light of the training facility, has drool gathering at the corner of my lips. Her fingers delve into the folds beneath the soft thatch of blonde curls, her arousal audible as she makes a show of fondling herself, dragging her digits through the slick before pulling them away and stepping towards me.
'Open up, Rookie,' She grins, fingers pressing at my lip.
Eagerly, I welcome them inside, my tongue instantly swirling around the digits to taste as much of the salty-sweet slick as possible. A moan echoes up from my chest as the taste coats my tongue, sucking the digits further into my mouth as the major just watches with simmering arousal.
'Good start,' Krauser muses, removing her hand from me, 'Now for your training.'
I whimper at the loss, only to shut myself up as the major moves to stand over my head, legs either side of me, her cunt held dripping over my head. Past it, I can see her proud grin, her eyes dark with lust as she begins lowering herself so her thighs frame my head, clamping down on either side of my ears. My hands twitch on the floor, itching to run up the bulging muscles and pull her down onto my face, but Krauser's words still ring loudly in my head.
She stops mere centimetres away from me, close enough that I can smell her arousal but far enough that I can't reach her even if I tried. One of her hands moves to my hair, lacing her fingers through it tightly and pinning my head down against the floor.
'Go on then, Rookie. Tongue out and deep breath,' She instructs, watching me do so.
I fill my lungs with air and allow my tongue to rest over my teeth. Singing lust fills me as she finally lowers her cunt to me, sighing at the first touch of my tongue against her. I can't help but moan, pulling against her hold to seal my mouth against her, but she just shoves me back, waiting for me to hold still before she brings herself down on me again. This time, she allows herself to sink onto me completely, resting for a second as I lap at her folds, exploring as much as I can before the opportunity is taken away again. She chuckles, looking down at me.
'You're gonna wish you'd saved that breath, Rookie,' Is all she says before sinking her weight down onto my face.
Instantly, I realise my mistake. Her cunt seals over my mouth and nose, her hips rolling steadily as she begins grinding on me, her slick staining my face as she takes what she wants from me. I barely have time to get any air in, her thighs holding me in place, the grip in my hair painfully tight, forcing me to stay where I am. I moan into her, unable to do anything except lick at her dripping cunt as well as I can, obscene slurping sounds echoing from me as my tongue drags through her folds.
Krauser groans above me, watching intently as I struggle to breathe, her clit twitching in my mouth with each pass of her hips. My legs kick behind her as I notice my vision beginning to darken, my lungs screaming for air. The major just sneers, rutting a little harder against me, slowing her movements so it's a filthy drag over my face.
'Aw, is it too much for you? Pathetic little thing,' She taunts, eyes glittering with arousal as she watches mine starting to roll back into my head.
Finally, she lets up, rising up onto her knees. The rush of air is dizzying once more, my head spinning as I take great lungfuls of oxygen, spluttering a little. The cool air washes over my slick-covered face, my eyes finally clearing enough to meet Krauser's.
'Th-thank you, Major,' I gasp out, licking my lips, already missing the taste of her on my tongue.
'Oh, I'm not done." She growls, clearly affected by the sight of me dishevelled between her thighs.
It's all I can do to suck in a breath before she's sitting on my face again, this time giving me no time to adjust as she picks up a harder, faster pace that has her clit dragging over my nose and my tongue trailing against her fluttering hole.
'Stick your tongue out, give me something to work with,' She snarls, waiting for me to do as she says before rocking her hips down hard enough that my tongue slips into her cunt properly.
I groan through her, my own arousal burning at the sensation of having her cunt swallow down my tongue, my body being used simply as a tool for her. Above me, she's cursing and growling to herself, holding me tighter against her, beginning to move my head a little to simulate fucking herself with my mouth.
Her thighs tighten around my head, cutting off more of my airways as she ruts against my face, eyes closing as her head tilts back.
'Fuck, feels good, Rookie. Gonna train you like this more often,' She bites out, 'My favourite plaything.'
I shudder at her words, whimpering against her sopping cunt, my hips bucking uselessly into the air.
Once again, the fuzzy darkness at the edge of my vision starts appearing, my senses quickly overloading with her. Her scent is everywhere, her taste is everywhere, her touch is everywhere. It floods my mind, my body starting to go limp at the realisation: she's making me well and truly hers.
Before I can dwell on it, oxygen rushes back into my lungs, cool air replacing the hot wet heat of her cunt on my face. I whine, gasping even as I reach up to lap at her some more. She holds my head down, chuckling softly.
'Easy there, kid. You need to breathe first. Can't have you passin' out on me, can I?' She murmurs, loosening her grip on my hair for a second to smooth her fingers through the strands.
I close my eyes for a minute, calming my breathing, until her grip tightens again and she lowers herself back to my face.
'Let's see if you can make me cum this time, him?' Krauser challenges, her hips rolling, picking up a brutal pace.
I brace myself, moaning unashamedly into her cunt as she begins fucking herself with my face. She leans down over me, bracing her free arm on the floor as her torso cages my head in, her thighs flexing against my skull as she starts rocking harder and faster against me. The back of my head aches a little as the new angle forces it to collide with the mat harder, but I pay it no attention, focusing instead on lapping and sucking at her cunt wherever I can in her brutal movements.
Groans emanate from the major, her body beginning to tense. Her thrusts get rougher, her hole fluttering around my tongue as I finally manage to slip it back into her, letting her ride it.
'Fuck…that's good, Rookie,' She growls, tightening her grip in my hair and tugging my head up into her core.
I barely realise what's happening until her wetness is flooding my face, her cunt massaging my tongue as it tightens and throbs against me. Krauser lets out a throaty moan, her weight flopping onto me, trapping me under the bulk of her body as she twitches through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
For a long moment, there's only silence in the training room, save for the rough breaths the major is sucking in. Her throbbing core is still pressed up against me, my own breath starting to run out as I remain pinned beneath her. Weakly, I lift my hands and tap at her thighs, quickly morphing into grabs as I realise that yet again, my vision is failing, my lungs burning for air. It takes her a second but eventually she notices, chuckling softly as she shifts off, moving to sit beside me, piercing blue eyes fixing on my messy face.
'You look a state, kid,' She laughs, leaning down to swipe some of her arousal from my chin, pressing the finger into my mouth.
I suck on it dutifully, trying desperately to ignore my own state of arousal as she watches me carefully. Krauser remains quiet for a second until she seems to make her mind up about something.
'I reckon you've earned a reward,' She grins slyly, 'Come on, let's get cleaned up and I'll see about helping out with your little problem.'
I frown as she gestures to my crotch, only to feel my face heat up as I notice a wet spot beginning to form in my slacks. She laughs, slapping my chest once heartily before standing, pulling her clothes back on and striding off towards the showers. I don't keep her waiting.
I'm very sorry for correcting you earlier big Mon'KEigh, it was wrong and it was an irrational decision because I was feeling childish and experiencing a fit of rage because I'm not a girl.
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